𝔸𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 - 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕠 ℝ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕚𝕩

Mattheo's POV:

✿‧⁺˚*･༓☾✿☽༓･*˚⁺‧✿

No?!

I chase after her.

I expected a rejection, or humiliation; not pure denial.

I grab her things (careful to not break her wand or shoes) and run after her.

I could apparate into her room, it would be faster, but I can't focus enough to not splinch and rip my body apart.

Her door slams and locks in front of my face. I bang on it, making the hinges shake. I know she won't open it though. I sit on the floor, leaning against the mahogany.

I hear slithering to my right. I look over and Nagini and Salazar are wrapped around each other in a pile.

"FUCK!"

I bang my head against the door. I'm jealous of my pet. My pet. I thought I was better than this, but this girl- this woman has made me sink so low for her.

And I still chase after her like a mad man.

I bang my head against the door harder, until I feel a warm liquid seeping between my curls. I laugh at myself. It's humourless, but I deserve to be laughed at.

I'm the heir to the Riddle family, the heir of Lord Voldemort; but I can't even get one girl to fall for me.

My eyelids get heavier and heavier, until they close. I pass out, slumped against Elizabeth Lestrange's bedroom door.

✿‧⁺˚*･༓☾✿☽༓･*˚⁺‧✿

I wake up with a small, harmless bite on the hand from Nagini. The door behind me is still locked.

"Am I hopelessly in love?"

She flicks her tongue and nods her scaley head. "Very" She answers in parseltongue.

"Why does the first person I fall in love with have to hate me? And why do I love that she hates me?"

"Not my problem." She shrinks down to the size of a pencil and slithers into Lizzie's room through the keyhole.

I wish I could do that.

Instead I end up outside my little brother's room. I bang on the door.

He opens it wearing definitely not his own shirt and black boxers.

"Why are you at my door at 5:22 in the morning? And why do you look so dishevelled?" He asks, scratching the nape of his neck.

I notice quite a few dark hickeys on his neck. I look past him and see my best mate half asleep in his bed.

"Can I come in?" I almost flinch from the sound of my voice. It's so weak and desperate. That's not what I should sound like.

Even my brother looks surprised, but steps to the side to let me in.

"Did you tell her?" His question is vague but I know what he means. I nod. "I'm guessing it didn't go well..."
I nod again.

I sit on Tom's bed, pushing Theodore to the side. I don't care what they were doing, or why I can see Theo's bare ass.

Tom sits beside me and throws a pair of boxers that were on the floor to Theo. "So what do you want? We've never had a loving and caring brotherly relationship."